Gold flowers of the night blue !
Deep in wet pavement’s slime
Mud-rooted is your fierce prime,
To bloom in lust’s coloured clime.
The sheen of eyes that lust,
Which dew-time made your trust,
Lights your passionless dust.
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In the fierce forest of your hairOur desires beat blindly for their treasure.In your eyes’ subtle pit,Far down, glimmer our souls ;And your hair like massive forest treesShadows our pulses, overtired and dumb.Like a candle lost in an electric glareOur spirits tread your eyes’ infinities :In the wrecking waves of your tumultuous locksDo you not…
She stood-a hill-ensceptred Queen,
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Wan, fragile faces of joy,
To light with smiles the placeWe dream we walk alive,To you I stretch my hands,Hands shut in pitiless tranceIn a land of ruin and woe,The desolate land of France.Dear faces startled and shaken,Out of wild dust and soundsYou yearn to me, lure and saddenMy heart with futile bounds.
I killed them, but they would not die.
For them I could not rest or sleep,Nor guard from them nor hide in flight.Then in my agony I turnedAnd made my hands red in their gore.In vain – for faster than I slewThey rose more cruel than before.I killed and killed with slaughter mad;I killed till all my strength was gone.And still they rose…
The free fair life that has never been mine, the glory that might have been,
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To sweeten a swift minute so
And make the after hours goIn a blank yearning each on each ;To drain the springs till they be dry,And then in anguish thirst for drink ;So but to glimpse her robe thirst I,And my soul hungers and I sink.There is no word that we have saidWhereby the lips and heart arc fire;No look the…